15 Zayed

15

Zayed

My dick twitched, feeling the hot breath of Elena brushing over its length. Her green eyes were glaring at me as I stayed on my knees, holding her close and waiting for her to either suck me or bite me.

It was scary how the idea of both of the options turned me on. I was a sick person.

But my little witch was, of course, not pleased by the current situation. She said, “Beg me to suck you off, Zayed.”

“I don’t think you are in a position to ask for the begging, sugartits.”

I groaned, holding her wrist when her fingers dug into my right abdomen, just around the stitches of my stab wound. Fucking hell.

“Elena…”

I took a sharp breath when she pushed me onto my back and straddled me, her cruel fingers still caressing my wound. I glared at her when she smirked at me.

“Come on, I know you love running that mouth of yours,” she taunted me. “I have heard you begging for me before. You can do it again, can’t you, Sheikh?”

“I am not begging you—” I stopped my words when her finger ca